us who work hard only to satisfy the stockmarket brokers. Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money! Oh yes! Oh yes! They're keeping us out of money
this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out
in and out) Take off the runway (stranger now in a different town) Take off and go (over and under in and out) downtown hangin around over and under in and out
not the jig Lossen up your pants and freak to the beat take a slug of you beer and let it rip If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin out ya
ground no weight up here It's nice and dark We have the in and out Take off the run way (over in and out) In and out in and out (over)In And Out
hustlers Got love from the hood so you bet not touch us The dudes that I'm witting, yeah they the truce They don't raps they troops I just bring em out
even had some go out and Bag watch But then the Jag dropped What the fuck I'm supposed to do? Go out and snatch blocks? And hand out bricks, connect and
fucking with us, take it out cock it we bust Deep down in Texas we tough, tear the club up niggaz we rough You don't wanna plex with us, raw and untamed
what's next [Chorus] Now first let's call for the motherfuckin indo Pull out your crutch and put away your pistol Nigga this is Frisco bitch I got the bomb
out of rubber I will not bend! Drop the bomb!! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us: When we get ignited you can't diffuse
E.D.I. Amin:] You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It's as simple as that for me and my niggaz You either ride wit' us, or collide wit' us It'
can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother
can be friends though, after you get broke like a window That's what you provoked, and now you're smoked out Lookin like a bitch, cause your whole fuckin posse, broke out
[Verse 3: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name and it's
hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us
